The scoundrel became the pet of the master's group

There was a crisp warbler's cry outside the door, and the voice was cheerful.The warm light of the slanting sun reflected the dull silence in the hall.

No one answered, and continued to ask: "Mr. Wang will test the skills of the descendants of the Wang family every year. Whoever can make the complicated and difficult lotus cake will be a teacher, and he will be the next head of the Wang family. Isn't that right?" ?”

The Wang family nodded silently.

"It's a pity that no one in the Wang family has practiced their skills well. So the position of the next head of the family has been up in the air for many years. Who took part in the school examination last year?"

The seventh daughter of the Wang family recalled for a moment: "Big Brother, Second Brother, Third Brother..."

The Wang family is thriving, she talked about many people, and finally said Wang's adopted son: "There is also Zhizhuan."

"Any results?"

"No." She shook her head, "Daddy has tasted all the cakes we made. He didn't say anything."

"He didn't say anything." He continued to emphasize his tone, "He didn't say exactly that you are all unqualified."

A member of the Wang family nodded: "Father didn't say anything after eating the cakes that everyone made. We also thought that the result was still the same as in previous years, and everyone didn't do well. After a few days, Dad left."

"Did anything happen in the few days after the school exam?" Successive voiceless pauses, "For example, who did Mr. Wang call for questioning?"

A gentle female voice responded: "Yes. That night, Dad was called away by Grandpa. Grandpa rarely came to see us at night, so I remember it very clearly."

She is the widow of the boss of the Wang family.

As soon as this remark came out, some daughters-in-law and grandchildren of the Wang family also expressed that there was indeed such a thing.

The children of the Wang family were called to Mr. Wang's yard that night.

Asked one after another: "What did you say, do you know?"

The eldest daughter of the Wang family shook her head: "I didn't hear daddy mention it when he came back."

"Did your father behave strangely afterwards?"

"Not at all." She thought for a while, and added: "The second day, or the third day? Dad didn't have lunch with us at noon. I don't know if he went to the shop or somewhere else."

She nodded to her one after another to express her gratitude, and then looked at everyone: "So, do you know why Mr. Wang called everyone away that night, and now only the eighth son of the Wang family is left?"

All eyes immediately focused on him.

The eighth son of the Wang family suddenly shivered.His face turned pale as paper.

"Can you tell everyone what Mr. Wang told you that night?"

"No...didn't say anything." Wang Laoba's voice was trembling and startled, "We didn't make any snacks that satisfied the old man during the school exam... The old man called us to give a lecture and asked us to practice harder .”

"Really?" Qinghan's voice was as cold as ice, "You must be able to figure out why those people died by now. If Mr. Wang didn't tell you anything special, you don't need to waste time, just stand here and listen."

"Everyone can leave." They made gestures to get up one after another, "Don't worry, the curse will not fall on you."

Wang Laoba's eyes widened instantly.It seems that he has foreseen the consequences of not telling the truth.

"Old Eight, what's going on?" Someone asked loudly.

His expression said it all.Mr. Wang told them to go, there must be something special.

"Do you know the murderer?"

"If you knew who it was, why didn't you say it earlier?!"

"I...I..." The eighth son of the Wang family said "I" for a long time, "How could I have known earlier!"

"The old man's ghost just appeared ten days ago. Yesterday, the immortal masters asserted that they died from magic spells. I, I always thought that it was someone who killed, killed for the sake of family property."

The eldest and second child of the Wang family died a few months ago.No one found it unusual.

The normal death he had always thought was actually related to these few curses now.

Someone urged: "What's going on, you tell me."

The old man of the Wang family glanced at the crowd.Fearful eyes fell on someone.

After weighing it for a moment, he still felt that life was the most important thing, so he gritted his teeth and told everyone the details of that night a year ago.

"Everyone took the exam during the day, and the old man didn't say a word at that time. I thought it was the same as before, and the lotus leaf cake that no one made could satisfy the old man..."

"Unexpectedly, that night, the old man asked me to go there. After I went, I found that the eldest brother, the third brother, the fifth sister, and the second son's son were also there."

"The old man took the lotus leaf cake and told us to eat it. The taste is the same as the old man's. I thought it was made by him, but the old man said that it was made by someone else."

As soon as these words came out, all the Wang family understood.

During the school examination during the day, although the old man didn't say it at the time, someone made a lotus leaf cake that satisfied him.

According to the ancestral training of the Wang family, this person is the next head of the Wang family.

Someone asked in surprise: "Who?!"

A few drops of cold sweat dripped from the forehead of the eighth son of the Wang family: "The old man said, it was... Wang Zhizhuan did it."

what? !

The faces of a group of Wang family members turned completely white, then turned from white to green, and then from green to black.

According to the precepts of the ancestors, Wang Zhizhuan is the next master.

But he is an adopted son!

The royal family is thriving, full of children and grandchildren.

With so many sons, daughters, and grandchildren, let an adopted son be the head of the family.

It is generous to say it out.

"Of course we are not convinced." The eighth member of the Wang family glanced at the taciturn Wang Zhizhuan in the corner of the crowd.

The eyes are half resentment, half fear.

"Everyone quarreled with the old man for a long time, but the old man is old, not clear-headed, and insists on going his own way. He wants Wang Zhizhuan to be the next head of the house."

An impatient person interrupted him: "The old man got sick because of your anger?! Then he died within a few days?"

There is indeed something wrong with these unfilial children. Because of this, it is too unreasonable to make trouble for revenge and murder?

Wang Laoba shook his head: "No. The old man is fine. We quarreled for half the night and refused to give in to each other."

"In the end, the eldest brother said that we should do it again. Maybe Wang Zhizhuan was a blind cat and a dead mouse, and it happened to be a good one this time. Let him do it again, and it may not be able to produce the same level."

"We can also have a chance to take the school exam again."

The few who were called by Mr. Wang are the best craftsmen among the descendants of the Wang family.

Wang Zhizhuan cannot become the master, and the next master can only be one of them.

"The old man agreed. Let us prepare for the day tomorrow, and we will do it again in front of him the day after tomorrow."

"After we came out from the old man, the eldest brother told us not to tell anyone about it until the result comes out."

A large group of biological children is not as good as a wild child picked up outside.

No one is convinced and unwilling to admit this result, so naturally they will not tell others about it.

"After I went back to my room, I didn't tell my wife and children about it. Two days later, we took the school exam again without telling everyone."

Someone asked: "What's the result this time?"

Master Wang did not announce to the Wang family that he wanted his adopted son to be the head of the family. Does it mean that last time, he just happened to do a particularly good job?Not really a teacher.

Wang Laoba fell silent.

Someone was surprised: "Wang Zhizhuan really learned the old man's craft?"

All eyes immediately turned to Wang Zhizhuan.

He still pursed his lips tightly, with a calm expression, standing alone on the periphery of the crowd, separated from the Wang family's biological children and grandchildren by a lonely distance.

"That night, everyone promised the old man that if Wang Zhizhuan could make the same stable taste again, they agreed to make him the next master. At this time, everyone has no more excuses..."

"So we, we..." Wang Laoba clenched his fists, suddenly furious, "The old man is old and not clear-headed, how can we go crazy with him!"

"Big brother had already made plans when he proposed to take the school exam again the night before. If Wang Zhizhuan learns the truth and the old man is stubborn, we will do it! We must not hand over the Wangji pastry to a wild man who picked it up outside. kind."

"Brother has already prepared the poison, and when the old man didn't pay attention, he mixed the poison into the lotus leaf cake that the old man ate. He also lied to the old man and agreed to let Wang Zhizhuan be the head of the family. It's just that the news will wait until the next ancestor worship." Announce to the rest of the royal family."

Mr. Wang took the poison and died of illness within a few days.Didn't wait for that day at all.

This matter was also concealed by these people.

It is not until today that everyone knows the truth about Mr. Wang's death.

"You! You!" The housekeeper Wang Huai trembled angrily when he heard this. He wanted to yell at these beasts who poisoned his own father, but he was so angry that he blushed and couldn't say anything.

After a while, he turned to Wang Zhizhuan, and his rage had turned into gray and depressed: "Zhizhuan, you knew about this a long time ago, why didn't you tell me."

Wang Zhizhuan, who had never spoken before, finally spoke at this moment.

He still lowered his brows and eyes, showing no emotion.

One after another, he could feel that under his calm mask, there was surging respect and love for his adoptive father, grief for his death, and soaring resentment for the murderer.

"I told you, what's the use? Uncle Huai, will you believe me?"

"Even if you believe it, what can you do with them?"

He smiled helplessly: "I didn't find out when they poisoned you. A few days later, Dad died. I felt something was wrong, so I asked the boss of the Wang family."

"He was triumphant, told me the truth without any concealment, and laughed at me, telling me not to think about Wang Ji. Father's body had been cremated, and even if he reported to the police, there was no evidence that they poisoned father. Besides, they just They are father's own children."

"I never thought of being the head of Wang Ji. I just wanted to learn my father's skills and serve him well in this life. But I never thought that my father would be poisoned to death by those people because of my mastery of skills."

He looked at the eldest son of the Wang family coldly: "I want to avenge my father."

The beam of light shining into the hall shifted a little.When it shines on the young man's face, it adds a bit of clarity to the plain but resolute facial features.

But for no reason, a kind of frightening chill emanated from it.

No one spoke in the hall for a while, and it was gloomy and dead silent.

After a while, Taoist Caesar Ming broke the frozen dullness: "I know the matter. You avenged your father, and your filial piety is commendable. I will not blame you. But boy, where did you learn your murderous spell?" of?"

Daoist Zhang also asked with a smile: "You have never practiced Taoism, but you can cast spells, which shows that you are very talented. Show me that spell, and I can teach you a set of methods for cultivating the heart."

Continuing to be equally concerned with this issue.

He had always held a sympathetic kindness towards Wang Zhizhuan, who had been ostracized by others.

After listening to his words, I felt even more emotional at this moment, beyond words.

He pursed his lips at Wang Zhizhuan, and cast a faint but extremely caring and friendly smile.

Wang Zhizhuan also looked back at him.

He ignored the two immortal elders, and only said one after another: "I learned the truth about my father's death, and my heart is full of resentment. I hate them, and I also hate myself. I want to avenge my father, but I can't do anything."

"During that time, I often went to the groves on the outskirts of the city to find a secluded place to vent my grievances and seek a moment of inner peace."

He didn't say how to vent his anger.One after another, they guessed that it was nothing more than hurting the powerless self.

"Until one day, I ran into a fairy who passed by by chance. He saw me... and asked why. I told him the matter, and he taught me the spell."

"I killed Wang Laoyi with a spell, but it's the first time I've used a spell. After using it once, I have to rest for a long time before I can cast it a second time."

Daoist Zhang interjected at the right time: "If you cast a high-level spell with a mortal body, you will definitely hurt your own blood. It will take a year and a half to recover."

Wang Zhizhuan gave him a flat look, and continued: "No one doubts the death of Boss Wang. After I was able to cast the spell again, I killed the fifth son of the Wang family."

"But then I found that I am not satisfied with their death like this."

One after another, she understood clearly: "You want Mr. Wang's grievances to be revealed to the world."

Wang Zhizhuan nodded: "You know my situation in the Wang family. No one paid any attention to me, and there is no evidence. Besides, the Wang family has already invited the elders. I am worried that if those elders cast some spells on the Wang family, the spells will be useless." .so I have to be quick."

"But you are like this." The finely carved brows frowned slightly one after another, "Frequent casting of spells will cause great harm to the body."

"I just want revenge. I just hope that I can kill them as soon as possible." Wang Zhizhuan's expression was flat but resolute. Compared with the monstrous hatred in his heart, his life was nothing at all.

"Also, he was wrong."

"The fairy elder told me when he taught me the spell. To cast a spell with a mortal body, you need to use your own blood as a guide. The damage is irreversible. It doesn't take a year or a half to heal."

One after another suddenly startled: "Should be reduced?"

Zhang Daochang was slightly surprised: "I didn't expect this spell to cause such great harm to ordinary people? You knew it would shorten your life, or did you choose to use it?"

"I just want revenge." Wang Zhizhuan repeated calmly.

One after another silent.

Changing places, if he is himself, he will make the same choice as Wang Zhizhuan.

As long as you can get revenge, everything else can be ignored.

"After casting the spell twice, my body has gradually gotten used to it. After a few days of cultivation, I can cast it again. So I used it for the third time and pretended to be my father's ghost."

Wang Zhizhuan himself lied that he met the old man of the Wang family, and left behind the lotus leaf cake he made himself, which was the same as the old man's craftsmanship.

Once people have preconceived ideas, as long as they see the white shadow and lotus leaf cake, even if they don't see the shadow clearly, they will think that it is the ghost of Mr. Wang.

With the appearance of ghosts, there are bound to be people who doubt whether the sudden death of the Wang family has something to do with Mr. Wang.

However, because the unworthy descendants of the Wang family had been arguing for the family property for a year, the rumors were a little off.

Everyone thought that Mr. Wang's grievances were hard to appease because of these useless children and grandchildren.

Fortunately, there are still some people who doubt—whether Mr. Wang died because of his vengeance.

The official Wang Huai, who had a deep friendship with the master, noticed something unusual.

"Uncle Huai, when did you find out that I did this?" Wang Zhizhuan looked at the old housekeeper who was different from other Wang family members and took extra care of him.

Wang Huai's old and hoarse voice was full of exhaustion: "Although I don't know about the school exam last time, I know in my heart that if someone in the Wang family can make lotus leaf cakes that are exactly the same as the master's craftsmanship, that person will It must be you."

"You don't ask me to discuss it, but after all, I have lived for so many years, and some things can be understood after careful consideration. So I followed what you said and made up a lie about seeing the master's ghost. It made the Wang family believe it even more. The master's ghost has returned, and he cannot rest in peace."

He looked at one after another: "Look, you just met a little fairy who is willing to help."

Wang Zhizhuan was treated coldly by the Wang family everywhere, and no one paid any attention to him.

So he designed the ghost of Mr. Wang to haunt him, hoping to force the eighth son of the Wang family to speak out about the evil deeds they committed.

He was very lucky and met one after another.

With the help of these immortal masters who are respected and feared by ordinary people one after another, the Wang family finally knows the real cause of Mr. Wang's death at this moment.

"Zhizhuan, what does the monk who taught you the spell look like, do you remember?"

When I heard him talk about it just now, I had doubts one after another.

This incantation is not a common incantation in the Yantian Realm. It is a partial and high-level incantation, created by a certain monk himself.

Both Yun Yazi and Jue Ming Daoist are Jindan Loose Cultivators, their realm is not low, and they have lived in Qianyuan Town for many years, neither of them has ever met.

Wang Zhizhuan ran into a monk passing by in the woods on the outskirts of the city. The monk happened to know spells that ordinary people could use.

It would be too much of a coincidence.Suspiciously coincidental.

One after another, he suddenly remembered the demon cultivator who hid his identity and was lurking in Qiantianzong.

He rescued Chen Qi who was being bullied by his fellow disciples in Qianyuan Town, and gave him a copy of the magic method.

Xu Wan also said that it is rumored that someone specifically picks out the oppressed and gives exercises to lure them into the evil way.

Except for the fact that Wang Zhizhuan is a mortal, the situation is very similar.

Is it possible that what Wang Zhizhuan and Chen Qi met was the same person

——The star flame demon who takes pleasure in playing tricks on people's hearts?

"He was wearing a hood, covering his eyebrows and eyes. I never saw his face." Wang Zhizhuan recalled for a moment, "He is tall and his voice sounds very young."

Wang Zhizhuan only knows so much about a benefactor whom he only met once.

They nodded to him one after another to show their thanks.

At this time Zhang Daochang opened his golden mouth: "We all know the whole story. You avenged your father, and your goal has been achieved. Show me the magic formula, and I will make them not hold you accountable for the murder."

The corner of Wang Zhizhuan's mouth twitched slightly: "Father has been wronged, I still have unfinished business. I can't tell you the formula, but I can let you see the situation when the spell is cast."

An ominous premonition suddenly emerged in my heart one after another: "Zhizhuan, what are you going to do?"

Wang Zhizhuan looked at the eldest son of the Wang family, his bland brows showed a bit ferocious because of the decisive blood red: "Father's revenge is not over yet, there is only one enemy left."

"Zhizhuan!" Before Lianhui could stop him, the other party had already cast a spell.

He had been prepared long ago, and just now he had silently recited the mantra in his heart.

There was a soundless sound, but it hit the ears and eyes like a loud sound that shook the heart.

The spell was activated, and the panic-stricken expression of the eldest son of the Wang family froze instantly.In an instant, he was out of breath.

And the caster was suddenly torn apart.

Blood mixed with minced meat and bones, poured down on everyone like raindrops.

The Wang family was terrified by this horrific scene, and they stood there dumbfounded in the blood rain.

"Don't look." A green shirt stood in front of Li Lie in an instant, warm fingers ran through his hair, and pressed his head to his chest.The movements are gentle and the force is irresistible.

He was held tightly in his arms, and he couldn't see anything except his thin and strong arms.

With a clear and gentle voice, he said, "Xu, close your eyes, let's go out first."

He didn't close his eyes one after another, he was not afraid of the bloody hell-like scene, and the master locked him tightly in his arms, completely cutting off his sight.

But he still had a momentary trance.

It's not because of fear, but because of Wang Zhizhuan's death.

Surrounded by his master, he silently walked out of the hall.

Because the Wang family was overly frightened, they kept screaming and screaming, and the Wang family compound was full of noise.

The entire Wang family was terrified, overwhelmed with self-care, and had no energy left to greet these elders.

One after another, she has no intention of continuing to stay in the Wang family.He walked through the corridor, passed by the Wang family who were running in a hurry, and silently stepped out of the high walled courtyard with a pool of muddy water.

The warm sun is shining brightly, the east wind is blowing against the willows, and the catkins are flying.

With eyes half down one after another, they walked side by side with Taoist Juechen and walked up the mountain path back to Qiantianzong.

"Ah Xu," said softly with a slight low voice, stroked his temple hair with his long fingers, "If I had known that the matter of the Wang family would make you so unhappy, I shouldn't have taken you down the mountain as a teacher."

Startled one after another, he quickly raised his head: "I'm fine."

His depression made Master worried.

Delicate and thin lips showed a pleasing light smile again, and was about to say something else, so as not to make the other party worry anymore, and also adjusted his mood by the way, so that he could get out of the trough of fog.

Before the words could be spoken, a figure suddenly appeared in front of him.

Zhang Daochang stood in the middle of the mountain road and blocked their way.

He raised his hand to Taoist Juechen and saluted: "I heard that, friends, please stay. I have a merciless request."

Taoist Juechen smiled elegantly: "You Zhang Daoyou, but it's okay to say."

Zhang Daojun looked at each other with a smile: "I heard that Daoyou, this beloved apprentice, has a peerless beauty, which makes people happy at first sight. I wonder if I heard that Daoyou is willing to part with him and give him to me?"

He was afraid that the other party would not agree, so he quickly added: "The two of you are going in the direction of Qian Tianzong, you must be a disciple of Qiantian, and you must know that one of the three sects as famous as Qiantian, Cangyang Sect."

"I am the disciple of the Cangyang Sect."

He still hasn't reported his family background in detail, and his arrogant demeanor is everywhere. His status in Cangyang Sect must be extraordinary.

"Don't worry, fellow Daoist, I can swear with my Dao heart that I will treat him kindly. He will follow me, and he will definitely not suffer any grievances."

Hearing the words one after another, he was a little surprised, how could someone want to accept him as an apprentice.

If it was a talent like Qin Shi who was born with Dao body and unparalleled roots, it would be reasonable for the monks to compete for it.

Or like Taoist Jue Ming's little apprentice, he is meticulous and meticulous, serving his master well.

He has no outstanding talent, and he cannot shine on the lintel.Er Wu has a clear mind, and often makes the master angry, and he still doesn't know where he is wrong.

What is the benefit of accepting such an apprentice, apart from being more troublesome than other masters?

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Misunderstanding Little Theater

1.

One after another: The so-called master literature means that everyone wants to be my master.

Look, here comes another one.

Everyone: No one wants to be your master, they just want to be your companion.

2.

Xingyan Mojun who always only appears in the background: Don't ask me when I will appear on stage, it's heartbreaking.